The 10 Best Car Lyrics From Rick Ross' "God Forgives, I Don't"

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"Keys to the crib, keep it trill, time to handle bizz/Big dreamer, new beamer, just the realest nigga/Cover of The Source, owner of the Porsche/Killing all haters, showing no remorse" - Rick Ross ("Touch'n You")

"Eisenhower status, Etta James on the dash/Smooth as John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac/Seville, feel my life on the real" - Rick Ross ("Sixteen")

"Never wanted the fame, just wanted a Range/I needed some change, mama needed a raise/She stayed in a rage, hated minimum wage" - Rick Ross ("Ashamed")

"Bright lights and dark corners as night embark on us/Refugees running wild, Wyclef with a SIG Sauer/Nothing to lose, I was starving from the start/Now the same cat driving Jaguars" - Rick Ross ("Amsterdam")

"Khaki suits and some niggas go to acting cute/We was all cool, stacking in Acura coupes/More accurately, we acted as is if jacking was cool/Snatching niggas out they shoes then wear jackets to school." Rick Ross ("Triple Beam Dreams")

"But I’m so rich and I got yo bitch/All in my whip and she all on my dick/With a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib" - Meek Mill ("So Sophisticated")

"These niggas acting like they want a war/When it come to whacking niggas I done won awards/Nigga, you a bitch, where yo' Honda Accord?/I'm riding in some shit only I can afford" - Rick Ross ("Amsterdam")

"Ex-D-boy, used to park my Beamer/Now look at me, I can park in my own arena" - Jay-Z ("3 Kings")

"I don't budge, don't want much, just a roof and a porch, and a Porsche, and a horse and unfor-tu-nately, but of course, an assortment of torches that scorches the skin, when they enter, Intruders, whose tutors did a lousy job" - Andre 3000 ("Sixteen")

"I nearly lost my mind, guess it was a test/Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex/Paid it off cash so I never wrote a check/Leave my cars at her crib, I'm just stuntin' on her ex" - Rick Ross ("Diced Pineapples")